| 歌曲 | Game Recognize Game |
| 歌手 | Group Home |
| 专辑 | A Tear for the Ghetto |
| 作曲 : Felder, Heath, Maratta | |
| Intro：lil dap | |
| Yeah, uh | |
| Group home zone | |
| 718 area code | |
| Uh, throw your hands hand | |
| Uh, bk's own | |
| Straight like that, real like that | |
| You feel me like that | |
| Check it out | |
| {lil dap} | |
| We shoot a rhyme in the ghetto, so you know what's up | |
| For y'all punk style niggas, just shut the fuck up | |
| East new york, rep it from the top of the town | |
| We've been around, motherfuckers can't get down | |
| Like lil dap, jigga l, jigga i.l. | |
| V.a.p., motherfucker can't release in me | |
| Blackadon, kai-bee, brainsick family | |
| We tear our hole, watch your ass if you're a fake m.c. | |
| So fuckin with me, is fuckin with fatality | |
| With chronology, fallin with my enemies | |
| So play your part, and peep my lyrical art | |
| Comin straight from the heart, bringin light to the dark | |
| I'm watchin the dime, nigga done lost his mind | |
| Livin on group home, trying to stop my shine | |
| Takin my cream, don't even seen those dreams | |
| Enemy minds, i hope you peep this slang in my rhymes | |
| Chorus (4x): lil dap | |
| Uh, recognize game, recognize game | |
| Some cats will sabotage and try to steal your name | |
| {kai-bee} | |
| I'm affiliated with heavyweighters | |
| And nothing but regulators | |
| Young don, that rock gators | |
| And cat's they just hate us | |
| So what's the realness, i feel this listen to the fullest | |
| Flyin god street, reckin hennessey | |
| Bust a bullet's at my enemy | |
| Crashin your spots like that cat that shot jf kennedy | |
| Right in the nod, we comin through y'all | |
| All over your spot.... | |
| {fades} |
| zuò qǔ : Felder, Heath, Maratta | |
| Intro: lil dap | |
| Yeah, uh | |
| Group home zone | |
| 718 area code | |
| Uh, throw your hands hand | |
| Uh, bk' s own | |
| Straight like that, real like that | |
| You feel me like that | |
| Check it out | |
| lil dap | |
| We shoot a rhyme in the ghetto, so you know what' s up | |
| For y' all punk style niggas, just shut the fuck up | |
| East new york, rep it from the top of the town | |
| We' ve been around, motherfuckers can' t get down | |
| Like lil dap, jigga l, jigga i. l. | |
| V. a. p., motherfucker can' t release in me | |
| Blackadon, kaibee, brainsick family | |
| We tear our hole, watch your ass if you' re a fake m. c. | |
| So fuckin with me, is fuckin with fatality | |
| With chronology, fallin with my enemies | |
| So play your part, and peep my lyrical art | |
| Comin straight from the heart, bringin light to the dark | |
| I' m watchin the dime, nigga done lost his mind | |
| Livin on group home, trying to stop my shine | |
| Takin my cream, don' t even seen those dreams | |
| Enemy minds, i hope you peep this slang in my rhymes | |
| Chorus 4x: lil dap | |
| Uh, recognize game, recognize game | |
| Some cats will sabotage and try to steal your name | |
| kaibee | |
| I' m affiliated with heavyweighters | |
| And nothing but regulators | |
| Young don, that rock gators | |
| And cat' s they just hate us | |
| So what' s the realness, i feel this listen to the fullest | |
| Flyin god street, reckin hennessey | |
| Bust a bullet' s at my enemy | |
| Crashin your spots like that cat that shot jf kennedy | |
| Right in the nod, we comin through y' all | |
| All over your spot.... | |
| fades |